Cacaphony (Chapter 4/?)

Kirishima sat on the bed in Club Sion's guest room, his back against the headboard, fighting back tears.

"I'm too tired to think right now, and there's someone who might want to kill me in my flat.  Worse yet, someone has been following my every move when I haven't been with Asami-sama.  Damn it, I just can't sleep!"

His tirade was stopped by a tentative knock on the door, then his friend, Suoh, called out to him.

"Kei-san, you have a visitor.  He wanted to see you before his interview with Asami-sama.  May we come in?"

Heaving a huge sigh, Kirishima called out, "Come in."

A large blond entered first, followed closely by a much taller dark-haired man.  Kirishima's eyes lit up.ecstatic that it was his neighbor, Sugihara Yuudai.

"Suoh-san!  Sugihara-san!"  He looked around frantically, trying to find a seat big enough for his neighbor.

"Kirishima-san, I'll sit on the floor.  I've done so plenty of times.  Hell, I have to do so whenever I visit family, and they should know that I require specially built furniture."

"Asami-sama wants to interview Sugihara-san asap.  It seems that a couple of the bartenders had to be let go, so there's an immediate opening if he passes muster."  Suoh left the reasons unsaid in front of the prospective employee as well as the ramifications of crossing their boss/friend.

"If they're the ones I'm thinking of, they deserved it," Kirishima replied, grateful for the distraction from his current situation.

Sugihara carefully sat down on the floor by the bespectacled secretary, oblivious to the undertones of the others' conversation.  The three men talked about general things until a quiet knock on the door interrupted.

"Kei-san, are you still awake?" an authoritative voice asked.

"Yes, Asami-sama," Kirishima replied as Suoh turned to open the door for the club's owner.

Asami entered just as Sugihara rose from the floor.  The shorter man slowly looked up at the giant, his face remaining stoic while his thoughts were racing.  When Suoh said he was tall, I didn't believe him.  My god!

Noisy New Year's "Day"

One thing I like about where I live is that it's usually secure.  The thing I hate about it is several of the neighbors, especially because of all of the places that sell alcohol within a six block radius.

I don't have anything against people earning a paycheck through the selling of potent potables, but I do have something against people who are drinking themselves into alcohol poisoning, especially if they are going to drag me into their drunken "celebrations" (I don't drink alcohol, and I can't stand being around those who are barely able to stand on their own.)

I have a policy of not touching or being touched by someone who's too inebriated to recall what's going on around him/her.   If I can tell what brewery/distillery the drink's are from without looking at the labels, the more I want to be away from them.  It's worse when the people are neighbors.

Gotta get some sleep.  Hope the parties will quiet down.

  • Current Music
    Happy New Year by ABBA

Classic rock and roll videos and Mom

I found this video after hearing the song on the radio (it's much easier to listen repeatedly to a song this way than to try requesting it due to a 24 hour do-not-repeat policy [not that I mind the policy since it gives more chances for lesser-known/played songs to be played. :)]

What does that have to do with my mother, you ask?

Well, quite a few of the actors/actresses were current when she was growing up/a young lady, and she introduced me to several of them.  I can still recall the two of us listening to old time radio shows on the same dinky little radio in her bedroom, her face lighting up or her "chit-chat" getting a bit more fluid talking about "this actor/actress" or "that movie/radio/tv show".  So, I decided to try to match the faces of the stars with their names.

If it was an exam, I'd have flunked.  The only ones I could swear to on a stack of all of the holy texts in the world would be Audrey Hepburn, Bela Lugosi, Humphrey Bogart, Marilyn Monroe, Charlie Chaplin, Cary Grant, Fred Astaire,  Charlton Heston, Sir Alfred Hitchcock, Jimmy Stewart, John Wayne, Orson Welles, Rudolf Valentino, Spencer Tracy, Gene Kelly, Vincent Price, Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, King Kong, the Marx Brothers (Groucho, Chico and Harpo), Janet Leigh and Laurel & Hardy.

There are (and I counted as I listed the photos) 86 photos of the different stars/directors.  I guessed on several (Douglas Fairbanks Sr. and Jr., Rita Hayworth, Clark Gable, Henry Fonda, Danny Kaye, Walt Disney, Leslie Howard, Jayne Mansfield, Bette Davis, Mary Pickford, Lauren Bacall, Roy Rogers, Anthony Quinn and Frank Gorshin.)

To make matters worse, several of the photos had more than one person in it, so it made it that much worse.  I'm so embarrassed.

  • Current Music
    A Rock and Roll Fantasy by the Kinks

*comes up for air*

Ah, the misery that I call my life is backing up a bit (homework-wise) but more stuff is flowing in to take its place.

Another couple of "evacuate-the-building" fire alarms within a week of each other from the same neighbor (I'm letting the main person in charge of the complex know the b@st@rd is a danger to himself and to others) and I met a neighbor whom I am helping with several things (including getting a phone and her medications right now.)  On top of that, we (meaning the general vicinity of where I live) is under a severe winter storm watch/warning (I need that like a couple more holes in the head.)

And I thought I had difficulties. . . .
  • Current Music
    Living With a Hernia by Weird Al Yankovic